I'm Sorry Poem by Sarah Whelan

I talk too much when I'm nervous.
But the words I should have said are still burning a hole in my mouth.
Too late to spit them out.

What I felt for you scared me.
One more knock and I would have shattered, I was a mess.
Actions spoke louder than no words.

You were the light in my darkness.
The only thing that helped, but you were drowning too.
I wanted to run to you every time.

I loved you. I still do. I'm sorry.